"What, you mean it isn't enough if I come out of the water all wet and manly and smile at you? Seems I'm losing my touch."

Clint leaned back with a perfect pout and put one arm under his head while the other rested casually on Natasha's upper thigh.

"How about if I tell you I can do target-shooting on horseback in full gallop and long distance and trained pole-dancing as a teenager? That sexy enough for you?"